Some days it feels like I'm floating in time. I know that saying that doesn't make any sense, but I don't feel like any of this is real. It's like i can picture myself doing these things, loving these people, creating a life for myself, but somehow something is holding me back and I'm not sure exactly what that is. Every person has baggage, perhaps that's a better way to phrase it then to say scars. I know I have my fair share but I wonder if they are the reason I am here in a small town, at a relatively small college. Is this college teaching me how to not lose myself or am I falling further away from myself? My dream is to move away to a big city, to fall in love with that city, and use the emotions and passions I find there to capture and document life. I want the feeling, the freedom, of being one lost in a sea of many. I want to find myself away from everything I've ever known, then make my way home, whether home be in that new city, or back in my small town. Either way I need the infinate possibilities... I need it just to survive... I have to hold on to the idea that one day I'm going to provide for myself, and make my own dreams come true.
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